[hook] uh, uh, i said it must be, cause a n-gg- got dough extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold hoes at my shows they be strippin’ off they clothes and them college girls write a n-gg- name on they toes n-gg-s talk sh-t ’til they get lockjaw chrome to ya dome ’til ya get glockjaw party like a cowboy or a rockstar everybody play the tough guy ’til sh-t pop off

[verse 1] let’s take it to the basics you in the midst the greatness my martin was a maison, rocked margiela with no laces cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist i would prefer the aces, ain’t no different when you taste it a 40 ounce to chase it, that’s just an understatement i’m early to the party but my ‘rari is the latest somehow it seems girls in they late teens remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous life’s a motherf-cker ain’t it? these other rappers aimless so tell me what your name is i’mma tell it to my stainless you aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless it’s just me, myself, and i and motherf-ckers that i came with it’s lamest, n-gg-s wanna hate on me until i tell them to they face they ain’t no g low key, n-gg-s mad cause i’m smooth puffin’ zig zag tell ‘em quit the riff raff b-tchin’ with yo b-tch -ss

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[verse 2] yes i’m the sh-t, tell me do it stink? it feel good wakin’ up to money in the bank three model b-tches, cocaine on the sink and i’m so ’bout it ’bout it i might roll up in a tank cause my chain came from cuba, got a lock up on the link and them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink eyes ch-nk, rollin’ up that dank, blowin’ on that stank whatchu mean? tell me what you drink, i’m on that kissing pink you could call me billy gates, got a crib in every state man on the moon, got a condo out in sp-ce open up your legs, tell me how it taste and them n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t so tell them “tell it to my face” tell that b-tch, hop up on my d-ck, rolled up on her quick in a six, told her suck the d-ck, motorboat her t-ts i’m the sh-t, n-gg-s mad cause i’m smooth puffin’ zig zags tell ‘em quit the riff raff b-tchin’ with yo b-tch -ss